Mandy is a psychedelic eye candy, with its tongue firmly planted in its cheek, like a moving heavy metal album cover, full of gore, hand-crafted axes and satanic drugs. So, that means the music is a fist-pumpin', beer-chuggin' riff rock anthology? Fortunately, no. I wouldn't stand a second in front of another self aware b-movie with "ironic" tunes. Fuck that shit.

Jóhannsson's posthumous soundtrack subverted the expectations which come naturally if you think about the whole art-house horror box that Mandy fits perfectly in, and escaped from all the unavoidable tropes, even if he used the mandatory synth melody on the only sentimental scene of the film, or the metal drone of Stephen O' Malley, whose appearance verges on self-deprecation. This soundtrack singlehandedly elevates the movie from an Evil Dead on drugs parody into a world that you need to experience.

A juxtaposition of concentrated rage and catatonic piano segments with classically trained vocals, full of bitterness and spite. This is the audio equivalent of I Spit On Your Grave with biblical overtones.

Corrupted rise from their ashes with the first 12" of the Hollow trilogy that will be concluded later. This time, the band chooses to explore further the dark ambient territory of Llenandose De Gusanos, that is playable both on 33 and 45 rpm. The former setting exhibits the droney side of things, with a seething sense of dread, while the latter instigates from the thick molasses of sound bursts of glorious noise, until they're suppressed again by the ominous hum.

Pact Infernal revel in shrouding themselves in anonymity. Likewise their music is a haunting melange of dark ambient, post industrial and a keen sense of rhythm that owes as much to Raime as to Trepaneringsritualen. Throughout Infernality you'll find enough eschatology to keep you busy, as long as you prefer your end times mythology aestheticized.

Malignant records is an industrial institution with a diverse, yet cohesive roster of artists, which never fails to deliver the goods. So every time they sign up a newcomer, I'm always there.

Their latest discovery is the Norwegian black industrial act Dødsmaskin and its exemplary first physical release. Fullstendig Brent offers five tracks of brooding soundscapes with punitive textures and out of focus melodies that pushes the boundaries of genre electronics.

Bleak industrial techno with a sense of thick dread all over it. Brutal Disciplin begs to be played at maximum volume, preferably in a club, but I have the feeling that stuff like this, speaks mostly to people that don't like clubs. Just listen to it wherever you want, but the ideal would be in the frozen landscape of its cover.

From now on, Corrupted Delights will be bilingual -or at least it will try to be-, so be prepared for some serious misspellings, inconsistencies and a total lack of objectivity. If you don't trust your ears at all and you need some serious reviewing, then you have to look elsewhere.

Anyway, here is the very first big release of the year, namely Brian Eno's Reflection. The reviews around name-dropped Discreet Music as if their lives depended on it. While I totally understand their willingness to boost their credit by referencing a somewhat obscure record from Eno's back catalogue, the truth is really far from it. Reflection seems to hark back in the days of Thursday Afternoon or even Lux, with its sparse textures and its slow movement. It's going to be played on repeat around here, since it's a grower, so I suggest you do the same, especially if you don't expect anything like Discreet Music.Reflection CD/2xLP (Warp Records - 2017)

Cruise (Force The Truth)

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